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Why won't someone explain to me
Why is it some don't care,
Why is it I am all alone
When there are bodies everywhere.

I am still a young man
Fighting for your freedom,
On the shores of Dunkirk
Look at my photos medals galore.

Now nobody even bothers to knock on my door
Tell me why mate, tell me why?
Come on tell me but don't lie
I'm not old I never will be.

I'm still on that beach try and kill me
On the beach with the blood and dead,
Yes, I am lonely, the nightmares don't cease
All my mates bodies around me covered in red.

Let me tell you I'm stiill eighteen
Mind full of horror and bullets galore,
I laid under my mates for hours
Yes, I'm still on that shore.

It was the loneliest place on earth
And here I am on a lonely shore again,
But don't call me old cause I'll disagree
Cause I'm eighteen and will always be.

By listener

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